Harvey Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

Twirling clouds amassed in
Cylindrical shape,
Like white knolled foam
With a small ring-like aperture
In the middle
The winds blow violently
The mass slowly moves over, left, right
Then steadily in one direction
Compliant with the force of the wind.
Formed at sea, refused entry inland.
But like the young child that challenges
The will of his disciplinary father,
The mass conquers the barriers
That forbid its entry, both natural
And human, and begins its work of
Destruction, of convulsions, of inundations.
Hurricane like wind, tragic flooding.
The aftermath? Rivers in the streets
Kayaks and rowboats for transportation
Helicopters employed to recue those floundering
Plucking them up from torrential, moving wetness
To transport them to more secure dry land
People trudging through water up to the calf or knee
To their underwater homes to salvage the belongings
Most important to them.

The storm could not be avoided
It was controlled by powers greater than man's
The disastrous effects of the storm yes
Could have been avoided, mostly,
A warning was given. The people advised.
There was ample time to vacate
Leaving behind their treasures, their property
A struggle ensued between the will of the man
And the will of the weather.
The admonition not heeded?
Leave now! (to save your lives & whatever else you deem important)